4 REDWING. 



Scare if ye will his timid wing away, 

 But, O, let not the leaden viewless shower, 

 Vollied from flashing tube, arrest his flight, 

 And fill his tuneful, gasping bill with blood ! 



Grahame, 



The Thrush, a spendthrift of his powers 

 Enrapturing heaven and earth. 



Montgomery. 



The Thrush is busy in the wood 

 And carols loud and strong. 



Wordsworth. 



The tall ash tree, to whose topmost twig 

 A Thrush resorts and annually chants. 



Wordsworth. 



Bid him come, for on his wings 



The sunny year he bringeth. 

 And the heart unlocks its springs 



Whereso'er he singeth. 



Barry Cornwall. 



The food of the Song Thrush consists principally of worms, 

 snails, slugs, and insects. The number of snails devoured by 

 thrushes may be judged of from the number of shells to be 

 found near the neighbouring stones, against which the birds have 

 broken them. In addition to this food, they take also Hawthorn, 

 Mountain Ash, and such other berries as they can find. 



TURDUS ILIACUS— Redwing. 



The Fieldfare grey, and he of ruddy wing. 

 Hop o'er the field unheeding, easy prey 

 To him whose heart has adamant enough 

 To level thunder at their humblest race. 



HuRDis — The favorite Village. 



A common winter visitant, frequenting the orchards in con- 

 siderable flocks. Its song, which is seldom to be heard here, 

 has obtained for it in Norway, the name of the "Norwegian 

 Nightingale." It has been known to breed in this county. A 

 cottager near Ross, says Mr. W. C. Blake, took a nest of young birds, 



